Pay It Forward

Question after question

Answer after answer,

    I'm here.

Waiting and struggling,

Trying to make sense

Of someone else's trouble--

And may be I do,
    But then, may be you don't.

Superiority isn't fulfilling,

You can bury yourself in the lie

And stomp across your peers

But your false sense

Is fragile--

    not like a rose,

    like an upset stomach

Painful and uncomfortable

Ugly and unsightly--

That's you I'm describing.